Since the young master of the Wen family suffered from depression, he has been clinging to the son of the Wen family's housekeeper every day.
But only Shen Zhiyu knew that this was the thousand and second world line of the cycle.
Young Master, this is the thousand and second world line of my love for you.
Later, the young master became too ill and always stood on the edge of the rooftop, wanting to jump off. Shen Zhiyu paused in the shadow of the stairs for three seconds, waiting for the system to calibrate the frequency of breathing, footsteps, and even eyelash trembling to be exactly the same as the previous 1001 times, before walking out with the cup of Osmanthus Oolong that was always 55 degrees.
"Master, it's windy."
The second button of his white shirt was sewn for the fourth time this morning. The threads are hidden on the inside, like the old scars under the watch that gradually pile up into adult rings. Wen Wangshu would not know that they had repeated this conversation 1,001 times. Every time, Shen Zhiyu would hold him 0.3 Seconds before he let go.
But this time, when Shen Zhiyu handed over the tea cup, Wen Wangshu suddenly turned his head:
"Why are your hands always shaking?"
The tea cup shook in the air. The water temperature was still 55 degrees, but Shen Zhiyu heard the sound of the first crack growing from a precision instrument in his mind.
Intention: To be changed